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44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.